The Squirrel Crossed The Road Lyrics

the squirrel crossed the roadlike a ribbon on a fanand the afternoon cicadathrew a spell across this landand the waves rolled off the Georgian rocksand threw a friend upon the sand

oh Nonenow I understandthat the searching never stopsuntil you have a man in mindsecond booth the King's Headleave the ordinary men behindgo ask them to playall the glorious love songs they can find

as for you, Dewarnow I understandthat the searching never stopsuntil you have a drink in handdrinking to your gloomin the slow-whirl licensed roomah, yes - she was lovelyyou told us (many times)'neath the moon

the squirrel crossed the roadlike a ribbon on a fan...

oh Madamnow I understandthat the searching never stopsuntil things are out of handthen you jump up to heavenpull down the wrath of Godyou're alive when men are falling downsuspended when they're not

and oh Thomasnow I understandthat the searching never stopsuntil you are a manwhether early morning hunting deeror women in the sandthat measured raging overdrivemakes you feel alivea man

the squirrel crossed the roadlike a ribbon on a fan...

oh Salnow I understandthat the searching never stopsuntil you're in a foreign landhaunting yourself at Delphior melting in Lausanneor good times in Marbella(yes - you have a lovely tan)

and Oh Little Onenow I understandthat your searching never stopsuntil you leave your headyou want peacethank God you laugh at what your friends saidthey said - barefoot in the Himalayashe'll just find his feet have spreadbut in you I have greatest faith

the squirrel crossed the roadlike a ribbon on a fanand the afternoon cicadathrew a spell across this landand the waves rolled off the Georgian rocksand threw a friend upon the sand